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The RISE Of NATHALIA CARTER

The wedding day. A moment that most women treasured with but not with her. She was poisoned on her own wedding day; Nathalia Carter died full of hatred for her father and fiance. How could she accept that they murdered her? Nathalia gaped at Evette Carter, her step-sister, who was now laughing at her stupidity. Evette is one of the culprits behind her painful death. Demons. They are all demons. Nathalia thought in silence while she closed her eyes as consciousness abandoned her. With rage and tears, Nathalia cursed them and promised to take revenge if given a chance to survive. Suddenly, God hears her prayer and gives her a second chance, and she is allowed to come back to seek revenge. This time, she will not be so naive. She becomes fiercer and eager to bring justice to her own death. She would make sure they got what they deserved in this life. Revenge. Torture. Take everything they had. Make them suffer ten times worse than what they did to her. Along the way, her life changed when she met the notorious playboy- Spencer Davidson. He aims to take her as his woman and help her to fulfill her desire to take revenge. Love, Revenge, and Mystery played along the way. Giving her the most challenging part as she journeyed through her new life. Cover Created by: Weilan Wanna know more about the story, follow me on Instagram: annashannellin

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Chapter 78: The Luckiest Girl

There were toasts, salad, omelet, juice, pancakes, and various choices. Nathalia sat quietly and enjoyed her breakfast. Though she was still trying to recall what happened last night and somehow she felt a bit guilty, she tried not to show it.

Spencer glanced at her many times, but she kept her eyes on her plate and paid no attention to him deliberately. Finally, seeing how she enjoyed her breakfast innocently, Spencer let out a sigh and asked softly, "Would you like some honey for the pancake?"

Phew. He is finally talking to me now. That means he's not angry anymore—all good. Nathalia thought, relieved. She turned to look at him with a smiley face, "Yes, please." The morning sun shone through the clean French windows, and light fell on the sweet young couple. One mischievous and pretty, the other loving and handsome.